More Excerpts From My Secret Life as a SLUT

I honestly had no clue why he had dragged me to this strange club in the warehouse district. From the outside it looked dingy and nasty but on the inside it was a hotbed of hedonism and debauchery. I was handcuffed by him to the bar and abandoned there.  I sat there, my almost bare ass being groped on and my thighs being  fondled, feeling countless bodies pressing up against me “accidentally”. Some may well have been accidental and some were very much intentional, I could feel from the rock hard straining bulges clad in leather and latex that pressed into my body right above my ass. Driven by primal lust to penetrate me then and there without asking a word. 

I was not here to play prude I was here to enjoy myself and being half way through my second potent Long Island Iced Tea that I clumsily sucked through a straw. I was willing and doing my best to make my ass and body as available as I could despite being handcuffed to the bar.  Communicating through my body language that I too wanted it all.  In a haze of alcoholic euphoria and pheromone saturated air I positioned myself in a way that welcomed all those gropes and fondles. I wanted to reach down and grab the anonymous bulges that desired to pleasure themselves against me but my hands were literally tied. I did what I could and in my restraint I made myself look available and willing for their advances. 

This would not be about his pleasure this would be about mine.

My restraints mirrored my reality and like my reality I embraced the restraint because it empowered me to enjoy the tactile pleasures of being a lust object for anonymous strangers. I had no choice in the matter of where I was, my only choice was to either enjoy it or hate it and I chose the side of pleasure and lust. As those faceless bodies rubbed up against my almost bare ass their rock hard members barely contained by straining leather and latex. I savored each and every contact. I wanted to reciprocate.

Mr. V was off doing whatever it was he did when he left me in such predicaments. To this day I am not sure what that was. Perhaps he pleasured himself in a dark corner as strangers pressed their thinly clad and engorged members against my smooth porcelain white buttocks with a desire to defile me. Perhaps he was off flirting with other women or with a man as the club was full of the kind of sweaty half naked hardbodies who tickled his fancy in so many ways. Mr. V loved to fuck and it did not matter if it was a man or a woman as long as they were beautiful and he could enjoy their body and lord over them for those moments. V formed no attachments, he was incapable and yet for some reason he did have an odd attachment to me. Perhaps it was my seeming innocence or my naivety in matters of such hedonism but whatever it was he loved to shock me and see me shocked. 

Today was no different. Today was when my descent past the point of moral no return was to happen. Today I became a sex object.

This was not a love story, this was not a romance, this was debauchery of the highest order and it was nothing else.  

to be continued…………… ?